(her sister Rosa looked down
on her, behind a veil,
her face so white)
and the words come out in drips
when in the morning, waking
to a breath
under a mutter
lips grasp for another
and pointed towards the ceiling
trips out of bed, (reverse of
last night. beneath
a tattered curtain)
decorates eyes for
a wedding, they're so in love
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